"There's no more noise outside?"
Aurora asked doubtfully.
Ron's ears twitched. He confirmed, "Yeah, I don't hear anything either. Seems like the monster's gone... or it's hiding."
They had no idea that the monster just moments ago about to break down the door had silently exploded into pieces.
But now that the danger had passed, the awkwardness returned—more tangible than ever.
The cramped restroom held only the two of them. Aurora, being tall, had to curl up slightly as she sat on the toilet. Ron stood by the door, eyes lowered, looking at her.
From this angle, he could see the top of Aurora's head and her soft hair.
Just then, Aurora suddenly looked up. Her gaze met Ron's in midair.
The corners of her eyes were still slightly red—perhaps from running too fast earlier, or maybe they were always tinged like powdered rouge. Ron wasn't entirely sure.
His eyes involuntarily scanned Aurora's face again, a masterpiece crafted by nature, before he looked away, slightly flustered.
